This purple burst of paper birds
It fills my vision now
And yellow thoughts of your return
Blends well with the crowd
Your pink lies swirled with honey
Mixes smoothly, I must say
With the green shower of money
Saved for another day
And this orange bath of sunlight
Brings beauty far and wide
While your blackest of night
Leaves us all to hide
The red of your obvious rage
Is not very well hidden
But the gold of your cage
Leaves a nice reflection
And the blue of my huge sky
Can be oh so clearly seen
Over the brown of your despise
Hidden underground so very deep
White peace is shining
But you just can't see it
Over your silver lining
But you will never be it
Don't worry bout past gray stages
They are now gone with the wind
And the tan of your torn pages
Will soon meet its end
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
